Reflections On Life

When I was young, life was hard, money scarce, three meals a day, a luxury. Although some days, my folks went without, never once did my sister or me! We lived, we loved, we laughed and forgot, the heartaches that went before. We cried, we smiled, and donned a brave face: never once thought we were poor! We skipped, we jumped, we sang our songs, to words only children know. Parents had no concern, no worries nor angst, to wheresoever we’d go! From playing and daily chores, slowly we grew wise, learning new skills every day. Naively we’d ask what, where and why, to determine what others would say. With innocent eyes, we looked on the world, as our privately owned paradise. We were honest and fair, to everyone met, and made new friends in a trice! We trusted those friends, and forged close bonds, then swore we’d forever be true. But all too soon, our innocence would end, as our need for survival grew. It’s often said, success comes only to those, who never give way to fears. To rise from the pack, one has to be bold, let others shed the tears. But if goals were to be reached, concern for others was essential. Rapport is a must, if ever we’d reap the pleasures of our potential. Today I sing or whistle a tune, and forget all ill advice that was given. So I never garnered the riches I once sought, nor for what I’ve striven. Still I will dance, and occasionally skip duty and chores for the day: Yes, my life has been full, never thought dull; thanks to living life this way! Rhymer. September 15th, 2016.